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The Promise |
| Written by Natasha C. | |
| Saturday, 24 May 2008 | |
"I don't know..." "Tell me about the feelings." "It hurts to even think about these people." "But thinking will help you move on..." She moved to her side and clenched onto her pillow till her knuckles turned white. Tears fell down her face and the ache in her body made her curl up in a ball. "No! I don't want these memories anymore..." "Just tell me. Please, We're trying HARD to help you." She slowly brought her legs to a straight position pointing her toes to the air, simply to close out the woman sitting across from her...She wanted no one, but when she separated her feet she was still there. "Just leave me alone, please" she begged. "You know I can't do that..." All she ever wanted was for the pain to go away. The disgust and filth had rose from the dead and crawled all over. The memories of that day had come back to haunt her, and she knew deep down that it was staying for good. She thought hard again, about the people who shunned her out because they thought she was a liar. No believed that someone who cared for her daughter could simply abuse her. It was all a lie, they would say. "This doesn't help, that we're not talking about it", the woman said. "No. But if I don't talk you'll just walk away, like the others." The pain in her back ached for movement, but she just laid there, motionless. She cried, softly so no one can come in to the room. "Sofie, please...just help me help you; tell me about that day" "Why, so you can go on and be like the rest of the world, forget it ever happened, what makes you think that you'll ever believe me?" "Because Sofie, I don't know your mother like they do...I'll believe you" Sofie sat up, as if a nightmare had awoken her. She looked into the woman's eyes, and tried to look deep into her soul to see if she was being honest. "What if I do tell you? What's going to happen to me?" "Well..you know we won't know until you tell me. So please. Tell me about that day" She laid back down and crossed her legs, put her hands on her stomach and took a deep breath. She began her story as she had told the other people that had tried to help her. But for some reason, she believed the woman, something that she saw in her eyes had changed the whole feel to it. "It happened on a day just like any..." she started. After Sofie told the story, she walked over the woman. She held her hand and told her that it was all true, anyone who tells her different is wrong. The woman believed her and told Sofie she was going to be okay if she only forgave her mother. "WHAT. Are you kidding me, this is suppose to help me? To forgive. Forgive the woman who drank her whole life away and took out her anger on me." "Yes." "The woman who tried to beat her 5 year old daughter, but I stood in and took in the pain" "Yes." "Are you CRAZY? You're just like the the REST OF THEM. GET OUT; you never wanted to believe me..just please LEAVE ME ALONE!" The woman got out, not saying a single word to her. She closed the door quitly and left Sofie to her self. She walked to the vanity and watched her self cry. Sitting on the chair in front of the vanity she stared hard at her self, and then she looked into her bathroom and saw the tub filled with water, she saw her mother's hand dangling from the bathtub. "I'll never forgive you..." Sofie reached into the drawer and took out the gun. She pointed it to her head and killed herself. * * * "Well...What happened?" "She's not ready to let go of it, I'm sorry" "No but you're the 3rd psychic we've gone too, my daughter can't stay in that room anymore, let alone this house." "I don't know what to tell you, I can try again tomorrow. But this time we're going to have to somehow get her to believe she's dead..." The woman picked up her bag and walked to the door. "Wait"said the owner. "Yes." "My husband, he won't...he won't tell me the story because he feels I'll never live in this house, but I can handle it." "Are you sure..you can?" "Yes." The two woman walked out and sat on the porch, on a day just like that day... The psychic told the story of Sofie Miller. "She was 19 living with her mother and her little sister Abigal. Her father left when she was about 10 and for 9 years of her life her mother was an alcoholic. It was not till she turned 17 she found out that her mother was abusing Abby. Poor Abby was brusied and ached." "Oh my god..." "When Sofie saw this, she hit her mother and that's when the abuse towards her started. She hit, choked, and verbally abused her." The owner of the home sat there speechless and tears started to form. "Do you want me to stop?" "No..." "When she was about your daughters age, she decided that today was the day. She waited till her mother was drunk and was in the tub. She pushed her head down and waited till she died. She took Abby when she was asleep and put her in the car, left it running with the windows down and the garage shut. She walked up to the bedroom where her mother was and watched her mother for a good 10 minutes before she took out the pistol and shot her self in the head." The Psychic got up and walked to her car. When she looked back to the window above she could see Sofie looking at her, starring into her eyes. One more try, she said to herself, and finally you'll be free. I promise... Copyright 2008 Natasha C. |
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